In the early morning, long before the staff of the Ecological Section have come to work, a figure strolls through the vivarium. The vents have just opened, and the entire place quickly fills with mist. The figure remains at ease, briskly skipping about from plant to plant, occasionally tapping at the terminal on her chest before drifting to the next. After a full round, she chucks her terminal into a meeting room with a resounding 'clack' that fades away into nothingness. By the break of dawn, a line is already forming before a Trimounts bakery. Though most researchers care about meals only insofar as they fill stomachs and provide nutrition, inevitably a few would prefer to savor their food and drink. She is also in that line, hoping for freshly-baked bread and especially this bakery's salt-crust loaves. She glances at the queue in front of her, then at the big clock across the street. She then calculates how much longer it would take to have her fill of delicious bread... Muelsyse sits at the dresser, looking at her Dresser Flowing Shape while combing her hair. She has an Ecological internal meeting to attend in half an hour, but there is nary not a hint of worry on her face. Her Dresser Flowing Shape acts as a mirror and follows along with her movements. Occasionally, it decides to be a bit impish and changes its posture, to the consternation of its master as she tries to put on her makeup. After tying up her hair for the day and putting on whatever jewelry she feels like, Muelsyse flings her chapstick into her pocket before giving a wave to her Dresser Flowing Shape, which reverts to a fountain. Upon opening the door to her room, she sees some bread atop the table, along with a salad and some water. She enters Ecological, a gaggle of researchers surrounds her as she walks towards the meeting room. Newcomers are amazed that the director doesn't even need to glance at her notes before immediately going into presentation mode, while veterans have long since gotten used to this. After all, she <i>is</i> their director, predicting her actions is like trying to catch the wind. As such, almost none of them could imagine that at this very moment— She is in the vivarium, looking at a dewdrop form on the tip of a leaf. She is by a fountain in a city park, feeding the fowlbeasts. She is in the fountain on her dresser, where she continues to sleep. She is— 'I'm here, drinking coffee with you aboard Rhodes Island. 'Pretty amazing, right?' After seeing Muelsyse cross her arms and lift her head with pride, you hurriedly agree. You've seen her impressive abilities up close, although you have noticed a few... oddities in the small details— You've seen her press the wrong button on her terminal, forcing the vivarium staff to take cover from the sudden rain. You've seen her curiously take a bite of the feed in the park while feeding the fowlbeasts. You've even seen her draw an arc across her chin with chapstick. Skilled technicians controlling multiple terminals are bound to make mistakes, so it's only natural that Muelsyse would have trouble with multiple Dresser Flowing Shapes, right? But when you recall the sight of her stirring the air above her coffee cup, you can't help but laugh. As a result, and rightfully so, you suffer a one-two punch from Muelsyse's Dresser Flowing Shape.